Nothing turns this angel down
Excellence, in the flesh
And if they try, an evening gown
In satin works the best
Is beauty deeper than the skin?
Surely she'll impress
Instead of showing what's within
She forces you to guess
Eyes of gold been tarnished brown
By tears that have been wept
Dark and shining locks abound
Make up for shades not kept
Sin runs red in times of blue
Every angel's seen
Temptation's there to carry you
When you have lost your wings
Consider but the outside shell
For that is most well-known
Appearing to be straight from hell
To garnish feelings shown
How could she be so mean, you ask?
What makes her be so spiteful?
Why can't she see it's not a mask
That makes her feel delightful?
Lies frozen, held through time
In silent desperation
Hiding at the scene of crime
A ****** confrontation
To free the memories from her head
Would unleash such a fear
She'd rather end the night instead
As not to feel him near
Ah, here's the one; the big bad wolf
That's haunted all her dreams
Whom proved too well by wearing wool
All are not as they seem
But I am **** but skin and fur
And showing her my core
And telling her the parts that hurt
While donning nothing more
He's changed her mind, she's cast astray
But I could be the shepherd
To keep the hungry wolves at bay
As countless dogs endeavored
One light can only shine so much
Before the flame has died
To reignite it just a touch
Of love might satisfy
Surely there is nothing worse
Than feeling left to dry
Entrapped within a lover's curse
And never knowing why
Well, in defense of self-defense
I must admit it's snide
To hang a face upon the fence
Until you've picked a side
It's safe, my friend, just be yourself
Strip down to nothing hidden
And let emotion feed your health
By eating the forbidden
A heart must be coaxed from its hide
With tenderness and passion
In order for the passersby
To notice what has happened
From way out here it's hard to tell
But underneath a soul
That liberates a girl of twelve
Longs for a soul to hold
To hold would mean to carry, too
When harsh times rear their heads
To be the one to follow through
When love needs to be fed
But most of all it means to dress
With confidence or loathing
Just make sure you can impress
A saint in Sinner's clothing
Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 3:16 AM UTC
Nothing turns this angel down
Excellence, in the flesh
And if they try, an evening gown
In satin works the best
Is beauty deeper than the skin?
Surely she'll impress
Instead of showing what's within
She forces you to guess
Eyes of gold been tarnished brown
By tears that have been wept
Dark and shining locks abound
Make up for shades not kept
Sin runs red in times of blue
Every angel's seen
Temptation's there to carry you
When you have lost your wings
Consider but the outside shell
For that is most well-known
Appearing to be straight from hell
To garnish feelings shown
How could she be so mean, you ask?
What makes her be so spiteful?
Why can't she see it's not a mask
That makes her feel delightful?
Lies frozen, held through time
In silent desperation
Hiding at the scene of crime
A ****** confrontation
To free the memories from her head
Would unleash such a fear
She'd rather end the night instead
As not to feel him near
Ah, here's the one; the big bad wolf
That's haunted all her dreams
Whom proved too well by wearing wool
All are not as they seem
But I am **** but skin and fur
And showing her my core
And telling her the parts that hurt
While donning nothing more
He's changed her mind, she's cast astray
But I could be the shepherd
To keep the hungry wolves at bay
As countless dogs endeavored
One light can only shine so much
Before the flame has died
To reignite it just a touch
Of love might satisfy
Surely there is nothing worse
Than feeling left to dry
Entrapped within a lover's curse
And never knowing why
Well, in defense of self-defense
I must admit it's snide
To hang a face upon the fence
Until you've picked a side
It's safe, my friend, just be yourself
Strip down to nothing hidden
And let emotion feed your health
By eating the forbidden
A heart must be coaxed from its hide
With tenderness and passion
In order for the passersby
To notice what has happened
From way out here it's hard to tell
But underneath a soul
That liberates a girl of twelve
Longs for a soul to hold
To hold would mean to carry, too
When harsh times rear their heads
To be the one to follow through
When love needs to be fed
But most of all it means to dress
With confidence or loathing
Just make sure you can impress
A saint in Sinner's clothing
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